On Sunday, we set out to the Avenues at Webb Gin to get some Christmas shopping done, which we knocked out a significant portion of that, and stopped to have lunch here.  Lunch was very good; it was chilly and misting rain outside so the atmosphere of the restaurant and the comfort of Italian food was very welcome.

It was a bit more than midway through the meal when we realized - actually, Alan realized it first and asked if I knew what they were playing - that the piped in Frank Sinatra/Tony Bennett/Perry Como Muzak that was being piped through the restaurant was, in fact, a cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit that had been Sinatra-ized.  Seriously.  Imagine Ol' Blue Eyes crooning, "With the lights out, it's less dangerous/Here we are now, entertain us!"

It wasn't as bad as you're thinking.

It was about eleventy gazillion times worse.

I mean, really, think about it:  Smells Like Teen Spirit Sinatra-ized.